Mom
I trail my bag on the ground as I walk across the dew-soaked grass; drizzly rain softly falls on my head as I wrap my puffy North Face tighter around me.
I carefully meander around the lumps of grass in the ground, looking for a similar gravestone.
The graves carry on as far as the eye can see, but I know exactly where the one I go to is.
I trudge up the slight hill, walking towards a grave. It's simple, not extravagant like the others, swathed with flowers; teddy bears wrapped in gauze and exaggerated marble gravestones.
The gravestone is made from plain grey stone, and a small bundle of wilted primroses sit on the soil mound.
I haven't been here in ages. The last time I came here was when I got an A in English Literature. I thought she deserved to know.
I kneel next to the grave, and my eyes well up, like they do every time I come here. At first I didn't want to come. I hated her for leaving me when I needed her most. She just left. No warning, no signs, just...gone.
Then I decided I would come. It was God's decision what happened. Even though I hated her for leaving me, I loved her at the same time, like I always will.
A single tear spills out of the corner of my eye, trickling down my cheek as the rain starts to fall harder. I gently touch the moist soil, laying down my small bunch of daisies on the wet earth.
"Hello...Mom."